write - Blackout Poetry Notes

Holding A Pen

She's merely a woman
holding a pen,
with no idea what to write.

Try to
write the truth
about life.

Beneath the pain
was a woman who could
write like that.

I read and reread.
I write nothing.
Will I break through someday?

I will write.
I will choose to
accept my destiny.

I can write
a sarcastic poem,
or I can go mad.

I will write
no more
on the melancholy
of the future.

It will do me good
to write among
kind-hearted people.

I write of
hope to come.

Writing opens up deepest thought
and is a quiet glance
into my truth.